The New Genesis ( RP thread)

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    [align=center][font=arial]ooc; Oh gosh, not sure what I'm going to do. I made Anna a character that literally can't fight. Oh I know! Whoever Ann ends up fighting with, can you put her life in serious danger? According to my form on the signup, from there she'll black out and be able to fight. (Thank goodness I made that exception)


    ic; Anna shivered with horror at the thought of fighting with other angels. She wished she could just run away from it all, but of course there was no where to go. Looking up she glared at Adrain in defiance. "I refuse to do this, even if I get killed. Hurting other angels is just...wrong." she thought, still glaring at Adrian.

    ooc: Yours is the light wing angel right? You don't have to fight, just manipulate light to blind or to turn yourself invisible by warping the light around you. The main point I was trying to get across is they're doing it to research the various abilities of the angels.


    Aaron: " Your not the only one, and they don't force us to fight to the death, only so they can see how our abilites and try to make sense of them." I assure her.


    Adrian: " We'll begin our first session of the day right now. you two! you'll go first! Rest you to the stands!" I say pointing to Aaron and Anna.

    [align=center][font=arial]ooc; Yes, and thank you for the clarification! :)


    ic; "Me?" Anna said quietly, her eyes widening. She halfway spread her wings, unsure of what to do. She knew that Adrian wanted them to fight, but she had never fought in her life. Worriedly she turned and looked at Aaron. She wasn't really concerned for her well being though, she was more worried about the idea of fighting. "Since I'm not doing anything, does this mean he'll go first?" she wondered.

    Aaron: I give a sadistic smirk as my wings unfurl to their complete wing span. My wings looking like cracked glass about to fall apart. My wings shatter and begin floating around the arena. " Let's see what's hidden in your soul." I say the shards surrounding her so that everywhere she looked she would see her reflection. My power activates so that every time she looked at herself in a mirror she would see what tortured her most. I retrieve two of the shards and have them orbit me so I could see what she did.

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    Ebony: I watched as the light angel looked terrified, and I could only pity her.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: double 2px black; text-align: justified; font: 12px georgia; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 125px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -20px;]frankie dalton
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    [align=center]The first image Anna saw was of her parents, hands were wrapped around her throat and she was struggling to get free. "You're not our daughter! You're a monster! We're ashamed that we could give birth to such a vile creature!" their words echoed in her head. Quickly Anna looked away, but right into another shard. The next image was now of her at a young age of 6. But instead of happily playing like other six year old she sat chained to a wall in a small cell. In front of her was a man whose face she could not see. Apparently she had 'threatened' him and he began to beat her, but really it was just an excuse to cause her more pain. By that point she wasn't reacting at all, considering all the previous beatings she had in the prison. Seemingly the man was dissatisfied with her lack of reaction and pointed his gun at her. "Hey monster, move." His voice echoed. Slowly she looked up at him, her eyes glazed over. She had blacked out. The image on the mirror went dark for a moment. It reappeared in front of her when Anna turned back around. The mirror now showed her cell, it was covered in blood, she was covered in blood. It was everywhere, and so vivid it seemed to seep from the mirror itself. Anna looked down. "Stop!!!!!" she yelled, covering her eyes with her hands. Truthfully there were worse things she had been through, but those were the ones that tortured her the most. Moments after a burst of blinding light surrounded her and was reflected by the mirrors, making it impossible for Aaron to see where she was. Faster than Anna thought possible, she maneuvered out of the shards surrounding her and appeared behind him. Seemingly she was ready to strike but had no real intention to.

    Aaron: The shards of glass float back to orbiting around me, ready to form a shield if need be. " Such interesting memories you have." I say maintaining my smile. " I wonder what else hides within your soul." I hold out my hand and a shard floats to my hand and changes to the shape of a dagger. My shards move to surround her again and I pull back several shards. The shards assembled a full length mirror. I step towards it and melt into the mirror which shatters and goes to surround her.

    (Y'know, I probably should have thought ahead before making an outsider character. Nothing for me to do just yet...


    I was thinking that Vixen might get captured. It'll help me engage the story better. I'll write it out in my next post; I'm a bit tired now.)

    DrakynWyrm wrote:


    (Y'know, I probably should have thought ahead before making an outsider character. Nothing for me to do just yet...


    I was thinking that Vixen might get captured. It'll help me engage the story better. I'll write it out in my next post; I'm a bit tired now.)


    Alright, another option is reporting back to Ashley about the security so you can assault the prison

    (That works just as well. I'll allow time to pass, first, before I make a move like that. I'm sure the people playing the prisoner Angels want to play in their environment, first.


    So, just consider my last post a sign that I'm still keeping up with this thread, then. ;))

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    Ebony: I glanced over, to where there were shards flying in the air, and a small amusement filled my mind. I had no clue angels could do that. Well, to be honest, I was still blown away by all of the unique abilities that angels had. Mine was just plain ole' same ole' darkness. A small ball of darkness appeared by my face, but I quickly waved my hand around it, destroying it. I hoped no one else saw it.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: double 2px black; text-align: justified; font: 12px georgia; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 125px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -20px;]frankie dalton
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    ooc;; are you freaking serious... AIDLJKHGLKH:JGV


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    Ebony: I glanced over, to where there were shards flying in the air, and a small amusement filled my mind. I had no clue angels could do that. Well, to be honest, I was still blown away by all of the unique abilities that angels had. Mine was just plain ole' same ole' darkness. A small ball of darkness appeared by my face, but I quickly waved my hand around it, destroying it. I hoped no one else saw it.

    [align=center][font=arial]ooc; hehe, I love character drama :3


    ic; Anna outstretched her hand, a sword of light forming and solidifying. Because of the solidification, the full force of any blow she made would not be reflected back at her like other attacks would. Taking a defensive posture she tried to look away from any mirrors, but it was futile. They were everywhere. This time she saw something completely different, something she had tried to forget about. It was simply an image of an old radio. That radio was outside her cell for years, constantly looping an old song which contained no lyrics. During those years she would be tortured, officers would be killed, she'd be isolated, cold, and hungry. Always, a never ending loop. Eventually it got to a point where it drove her mad and she'd constantly hear it, even if she wasn't in the radio's presence. Again it started playing in her head. One by one images of laughing silhouettes appeared in the mirrors as the music looped. It was the same laughing she had experienced when a prisoner killed himself in front of her, all the while laughing. "No more...." Anna whispered, her eyes clouding over. Quickly she leaped forward and aimed to shatter the mirror with her sword. She had blacked out, and now was willing to kill.

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    Damion looked down below him as the wind rushed past him. His wings were large for his size, carrying him long distances easily. He felt his jacket pull and protect him from the harsh winds. He dove down and landed on the ground, absorbing the impact by gliding. He folded his wings behind his jacket and stuck his hands in his pockets. He walked toward a sidewalk and blended into the crowd. He was going to liberate at least one person.


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    Aaron: The shard she attempts to attack cracks and shatters into smaller pieces that scatter to avoid the attack. I use the shard pieces to attack her. Now that I've broken her I don't need to maintain the other shards to peet into her soul. The other shards assemble a mirror which after capturing Anna's image begins to warp and twist into her shape wings and all. Then the clone bends the light that passes through it to make it appear to be wearing the same cloths and have to same wings. It begins to speak and it makes a blade of glass by thinning it's wings. " Why do you resist? Wouldn't it just be better to submit?" It asks

    Clarissa sits back against the wall, back arched in pain and sweat dripping down the side of her dirtied face. This was what you got when trying to carelessly help someone. You ended up bleeding in an alley. "Great..." She said, though it was really just her breath. There was blood appearing on her mid thigh, expanding on her cargo pants. Pushing aside the feelings of being sorry for herself, she ripped the bottom of her shirt off and tied it around her leg just above the bullet wound. It hurt like h*ll, but she wasn't the only one in pain.

    ooc: To better organize my terrorists I appoint Ashley as the leader of the terrorists. I would recommend you lot meeting up. It'll also give the terrorists something to do.

    Vixen had been watching the fight on her screen with great interest. They were battle training, but why? It was stupid for the guards to train Angels, or even give them opportunities to fight.
    Unless the Angels have already been turned. Brainwash? Stockholm Syndrome? She frowned.
    A beeper next to her went off. She looked back at it, then sprang back into the woods, back to home...